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E/O Challenge: Fort. 1 x 200 & 2 x 100 word drabbles. #1: Sam's left traumatized by his first hunt. #2: You just can't get the minions these days. #3: Bobby's manning the barricades.

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Hold the Fort

"Fierce and long the battle rages, but our help is near"- 'Hold the Fort, for I am Coming', Philip P. Bliss

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A/N: Sam's left traumatized by his first hunt. Teen!chesters. 200 words.

Sammy's Siege

"And lay siege against it, and build a fort against it, and cast a mount against it; set the camp also against it, and set battering rams against it round about" - Ezekiel 4:2 (KJV)

Dean led his brother into the room. When Sam just stood mutely in place, Dean guided him to the sagging bed. "Okay, Sammy?"

Sam tried to nod, but he was shaking too much. He looked around, panicked.

"Dad said he'll be back in the morning," Dean reassured, as he grabbed his medical kit and attended to Sam's injuries. As he stroked a comforting hand down his brother's side; Sam shuddered like a skittish foal. The real injuries weren't physical.

Sam started at the sound of a car back-firing in the motel lot. His eyes watered as he struggled to control his trembling.

"It's okay, it gets you like this on your first hunt. It gets better." Noting the fearful glances into the room's shadows, Dean eased Sam down into the space between the two beds, arranging the bedding around them and pulling a comforter over their heads.

Sam seemed to relax at the same time he noticed the pillow fort being built up around them and his eyes twinkled in amusement.

Dean gave an embarrassed shrug. "You were always better at this."

Sam shook his head and placed his hand over his brother's and together they waited for the dawn.

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A/N: You just can't get the minions these days. 100 words.

Like Gold Dust

"And the fortress of the high fort of thy walls shall he bring down, lay low, and bring to the ground, even to the dust" - Isaiah 25:12 (KJV)

Crowley stopped his pacing as his new henchmen, still fresh from the Pit and bloody behind the ears, slouched into the room

"Well?" he demanded.

Given whom they were expecting, Crowley thought the demons' exchanged glance held too much self-importance and not enough self-effacement.

"Don't worry about it, dude," shrugged the first. "Yeah," sneered the second, "this place is locked up tighter than Fort Knox."

The young demons of today have no respect, Crowley despaired.

There was a sound like beating wings and he felt a smug gratification as his minions lit up with a fierce, white light from within.

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A/N: Bobby's manning the barricades. 100 words.

Holding the Fort

"Reinforcements now appearing, victory is nigh" - 'Hold the Fort, for I am Coming', Philip P. Bliss

Bobby stared through the makeshift barricades into the cold, desert night. He cast a quick glance over one shoulder to the handful of survivors and motioned them to silence.

"About damn time," he groaned, as the large, black car pulled up outside.

"What is it?" cried one of them. "I thought you said you could save us?"

Bobby snorted. "Not me, I'm just holding the fort till these two idjits get here."

The group stared as two tall, grim-faced men got out of the car and strode towards them.

"Who are they?"

"That there's the cavalry," said Bobby with pride.

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